106 Guardian angel? (2/2)

Alexander suddenly emitted an ice cold aura before he glared at her.

He cupped her face and moved his face close to hers. ”He's not your guardian angel, little fruit,” he said, sternly and unhappily. ”Instead of just playing that damned flute, he should've just entered from that exit and opened that damn secret door to save you! That punk, I really want to skin him alive.”

Alex gritted his teeth. He couldn't understand why Zeke didn't just go in to get her instead of just playing the flute but then again, Alex couldn't deny the fact that Zeke still saved Abigail, not him, so he really couldn't complain when he himself could do nothing.

But what he did confused Alex. Alex knew what Zeke wanted but he contradicted everything with his actions and did the complete opposite of what Alex expected him to do.

”Now sleep, little fruit.” Alex put his palm over her eyes to force her to close them. However, once again, he didn't expect what the little lamb did next.

She stretched out her hand and touched his face. ”Alex, thank you for being there when I came out.”

She smiled sincerely at him and Alex slowly removed his hand from her eyes.

”You knew I was there?” he asked, surprised.

”Mm. I heard you call out my name. I knew you were looking for me. I thought that you were waiting for me outside the entire time so I didn't give up until the end.” Her face beamed even brighter but Alex's face seemed to have stiffened.

”Abigail… you know that this happened to you because of me, right?” he said. His voice became cold again. Since he found her, Alex thought that this little lamb's attitude towards him would change from now on. He even thought that she would be traumatized and would finally quit once she woke up. But she didn't. She was right there, lying on his bed, smiling at him and thanking him.

”I know. But you were also the reason I got out of there. I didn't give up because I wanted to prove to you that I could handle the hell you spoke of,” she said seriously.

Then in the next second, she looked up at him with her big round eyes, blinked a few times before she asked, ”Didn't I do well?” in a tone akin to a little child showing their parents that they could ride a bike without training wheels for the first time and looking for their praise.

Alex looked at her expression with incredulous eyes. Was this little fruit actually asking to be given a pat on the head for a job well done? Before he could say or do anything, she spoke again.

”But what I still don't know is why. Was it because... they don't like me? Are you this country's crown prince?” she asked, her big eyes looking expectant as she waited for his reply.